Today, I'm going to remember that little things mean a lot.
Recently, Ward and I spent a few nights in a hotel while being with my mother who was sick. The first night while we were checking in, the desk clerk offered us a selection of snacks to take to our room. They were small bags and probably only cost the hotel a dime or so a piece, but that gesture made me happy. For just a minute, I forgot about how tired and stressed that I was, and I thought about what my midnight snack was going to be. Today I an going to try to remember that the unexpected little gestures really do mean a lot.
Yes, the little things do count. It's always worth doing a little thing for somebody because for them it might be a big thing...
ReplyDeleteGood point. I'm sure that those snacks didn't mean much to the hotel or its employees, but that evening, they meant a lot to me. It took my mind off of my troubles for a little while.
DeleteThat was a very sweet gesture, especially when you were going through hard times!
ReplyDeleteIt seems silly that a bag of chips made me happy, but it did.
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